Free Hip Hop Heat by Tricia Tucker Page A

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    She took one hand and started rubbing his balls. Lalana wanted to take her time, work slow, and make it last. She wasn't in any hurry.
    Lalana made a point to memorize the way he tasted, so she could pull up this memory and relive it over and over again while alone and missing him. She made note of the texture of ROC's skin; the way his muscle responded to her, growing with every stroke of her tongue.
    "Work that shit, girl, work it," he whispered.
    And she did. Lalana wrapped her lips around ROC, sucked hard, and licked him like he was a dripping-wet popsicle on a hot summer afternoon. With her tongue, Lalana used his pre-come to swoosh around the head. She felt him jerk a bit.
    "Damn, girl!" he cried.
    Lalana focused on the tip of ROC's cock. He wiggled his hips and began thrusting. As she sucked, her hands continued to rub his balls. She had him right where she wanted him.
    When Lalana finally plunged her head down all the way and swallowed as much of him as she could, she felt ROC's leg. She tugged on his sack, hoping to prevent him from getting too excited. She bobbed up and down on his large shaft while pacing herself.
    The plan was to build him up, then ease up just before he exploded. She enjoyed bringing this larger-than-life entertainer to his knees.
    "Oh, shit, girl," he grunted.
    Lalana sucked harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling. She wanted him to come hard.
    "Oh shit, girl, get it."
    When he grabbed the back of Lalana's head and guided her up and down, she became even more excited. Her head spun dizzily. ROC tugged at the sides of her head. His body tensed.
    "Ooooh shiiiiit!"
    When he deposited the last gush of juices onto her lips, she felt truly satisfied.
    "Damn, that shit was live!" he declared. "You did the damn thang!" MC ROC breathed hard.
    Lalana eased back up and marveled at her own work. The car was riding along the highway. She didn't know where they were headed, but didn'care. She was focused on riding ROC through the night.
    His phone rang. "Yeah, dawg, of course I'm ready to roll," he said, leaning forward and tapping on the car's divider.
    The driver rolled down the partition. "You ready, big boss?"
    "Yup," ROC answered. "Lemme see where we droppin' her." He adjusted his pants. "Look," he said to Lalana, "I got a plane to catch in less than an hour. Where we droppin' you, Shorty?"
    She could only imagined the disappointment on her face. It wasn't until MC ROC asked the question a second time that Lalana found her voice. "Um, oh, my car is parked right here at the Grove."
    "Oh, shit! That's whassup!" he yelled. He leaned forward again, and spoke to the driver. The car quickly pulled a U-turn.
    Lalana felt like a fool. She just gave this man the best head of his life and he was all but kicking her out of his car?
    "I'm glad you came out, I'll holla' at you next time," he said.
    As Lalana climbed out of the car, she was too stunned and hurt to ask when next time might be. The walk back to her car was the longest and loneliest she'd ever taken.

Chapter Eighteen
    Lalana was hot, disgusted with herself, and most of all, disappointed. During the hours she spent sitting in traffic which moved like cold molasses, she went over in her head everything she should have said to MC ROC.
    "Do you really think I'm about to give you head out here in your car while we drive around aimlessly, just because you asked for it? How come I don't have a number to reach you? If I'd been on your mind like you say I have, how come all I got was a two-second phone call the other night, with no follow-up?
    There was so much to say to him. And yet, the moment he smiled at her she lost all nerve. Lalana groaned imagining all the explaining she had to do with her best friends.
    "Well, he did say he had a plane to catch," Lalana mumbled to herself. "He even cut his appearance short to be with me." Maybe he really cared about her, but his schedule prevented him from expressing his true feelings. Lalana was